Restrained and Willing (13 page)

His heart shifted into third gear.

His apprehension didn’t stem from her inexhaustible
determination to be the best, but that she’d ultimately end up being the
delectable, softly rounded stick by which he’d measure all his future
relationships.

Amazingly enough, the possibility didn’t scare his dick into
remission. The closer she got, the harder
it
got, making his efforts to
swim off his escalating need to fuck Heather as useless as twenty free pounds
of bacon to a vegan.

She glided in next to him, waded closer and ran her tongue
up his wet cheek before playfully raking her teeth over his beard-roughened
chin. Ending with a nip to the cleft.

He forced his body to remain relaxed, even though every
muscle in his being clenched.

“That was great.” She rolled to assume the same position he
was maintaining. “Between the early morning car ride and,” she darted a sly
look in his direction, “the extracurricular activities since we got here, I
hadn’t realized how much my muscles needed a good stretch.”

At the word
stretch
, his cock jerked against his
stomach.
Fuck it.
It was inevitable. He was, more times than not, going
to sport a hard-on for the next two weeks. No use fighting it.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe. You’ll be doing plenty of stretching
while we’re here.”

The slight hitch in her breath indicated she’d caught the
sexual innuendo. The lack of a protest was a go-ahead all clear as far as he
was concerned. The first thing he intended to stretch was that tight puckered
circle between her ass cheeks. Then later this evening, he’d make use of some
of the hidden equipment in the family room.

They didn’t spend an overly long time in the pool, but
Heather enjoyed every second as they swam in companionable silence with an
occasional back float when they talked and laughed over shared memories of
their youth. Looking back, there was plenty to laugh about. Especially when he
expounded on what a nosy pain in the ass she’d been for him and her brothers.
Seeing it from a teenaged guy’s point of view, she could hardly disagree, even
as she roared with laughter at his past hormonal frustrations.

A short time later, they moved to the hot tub. Nestled in
the farthest right corner of the enclosure, surrounded by fronds, ferns, a
beautiful blend of other tropical plants and the sound of trickling water
cascading down the waterfall feature, the soothing environment lent a
comfortable intimate atmosphere to their continued chat. That and the fact
Pierce was sitting on a ledge with her in his lap.

“
Maybe
I was a pain in the ass.”

“Maybe!” Pierce’s brow hiked nearly to his hairline.

“But that was what made me so loveable.” She smirked and
fluttered her eyelashes.

“And more than deserving of the nickname
brat
!” He
tapped her nose with his index finger. “Speaking of which, how come you never
complained when we called you that? Even now.”

She shrugged, wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, her
legs tighter around his waist, enjoying the feel of his thick long cock nestled
against her stomach, the base aligned with her clit. She caught her lower lip
between her teeth, debating whether or not to tell him. She took courage by the
hand, looked him straight in the eyes, took a deep breath and said, “Because,
you were the first one to call me that. And not once in the years I’ve known
you have I ever heard you say that to anyone else. Not even when surrounded by
all my spoiled, bratty cousins when you came to our maniacal family reunions.
Especially Aunt Regina’s four daughters.”

“Not maniacal, fun. And I love your family. Including all
your
unique
aunts and uncles.”

What about me? Do you love me?
Realizing her arms and
legs were slowly moving into the constricting realm, she forced herself to ease
up when what she really wanted to do was squeeze some sense into him. Shake him.
Knock him over that thick skull of his until he realized the one person he
needed most in this world was currently snuggled on his monstrous hard-on with
her willing pussy pressed against his groin.

Okay. She needed a switch to a different mindset. He
apparently wanted to keep it light, so she would too. At least for now.
Easygoing and accommodating as he was, ten tons of dynamite couldn’t force him
to do anything he was dead set against. She’d known him for a long, long time,
saw too many women in the past try to force him into admitting he loved them.
Hence the word
past
. Heather wasn’t about to be lumped into that
broken-hearted sisterhood.

“Ready to get out?”

She shook her head. “No, but I’m more than ready for you to
get in.” She tossed in a little wiggle for enticement.

His hands latched on to her waist and lifted. Buoyancy on
his side, she easily rose several inches.

“Killjoy,” she mewed, and giving him her best puppy dog
eyes, pouted.

“Cute.”

He raised her high enough for her to unfold her legs and
span his. Which put her pointy tits right in front of his face. No problemo.
She could work with that. Her hands braced on his wide shoulders, she leaned
forward.

She expected a toying lick. A gentle suck, maybe. What she
got was her nipple trapped firmly between his teeth. He applied enough steady
pressure to make her squirm. Bit down in tormenting increments.

As the pressure increased, so did the mounting heat between
her legs. In the back of her mind, she kept expecting to hear a scream break
from her throat. A lusty groan broke free instead.

He bit harder.

She took a breath and, pushing the slight pain to the back
of her mind, concentrated totally on the mounting enjoyment.

“Spread your legs a bit more.” The low firm command breezed
over her tender nipple.

The moment she did, he rotated his torso and partially swept
several large tropical leaves aside, coming away with a small bottle of clear
liquid. Before the leaves snapped back into place, she caught a wink of foil, a
flash of color and a couple inches of flagstone shelf. Condoms for sure and
perhaps a sex toy. What else or how large the shelf was she couldn’t say.

Always be prepared.
Apparently he and her brothers
had retained something from their Boy Scout days.

Not a bad thing to come away with, since nothing put a
temporary damper on a hot and heavy round of sex like having to stop
mid-pleasure to search for a needed item.

A tongue slowly rimming her navel burst her thought bubble.

She drifted closer, wilted into the pleasure of Pierce’s
sensual teasing and sifted her fingers through the thick damp hair of his bent
head as he sucked up the small amount of water that lingered in the tiny
concave crevice.

He lapped upward, gathering wet droplets as he went, laved
the plump underside of her breast.

She heard a soft click, a muffled spurt. Sensed more than
felt him work the lubricant between his hands.

He sucked and nibbled nearly every inch of her breast. The
only touch to her nipple the occasional rasp of his stubbled cheek as he moved
his head to the side of her breast and sucked hard in one spot. Her knees
weakened.

“You’re going to give me a hickey.” It was a breathy,
half-ass accusation.

He temporarily broke the suction to whisper, “The first of
many.” He reattached in the exact same spot for a pulling suck before settling
into a firm suctioning rhythm guaranteed to bring blood to the surface of her
skin.

“I’m not sure you should.” She forgot what she was about to
say when a hand engulfed her free breast. Pumped. Squeezed. An occasional twist
of his wrist as her flesh became slick with lubricant. After a few seconds, he
switched to a light fingertips only toying, interspersed with a titillating
feathering scrape of his short-cut fingernails.

The whole while he kept up the persistent light sucking.

By the time his other hand joined in the fun, spreading
warmth across her lower stomach as he lightly rubbed, the occasional chirp of a
bird from the woods, the trickle of the waterfall behind her faded into the
distance. A far second to the steam of the hot tub drifting up over her body as
if it were an invisible lover’s caress, ramping up the feel of Pierce’s very
real ones.

She closed her eyes. Swayed slightly.

“Mmmm. I could let you do this all night.”

He tweaked the nipple of the breast he was toying with,
worrying it between his thumb and forefinger. He unsealed his lips from the
other and kissed the spot he’d paid such loving attention to. “I have other
plans for tonight.”

His murmured warning barely registered as he bit down on one
nipple, pinched the other and drove his fingers far up inside her and rode his
thumb up and over her clit in one long slick drag.

An unexpected orgasm ripped through Heather’s body.

She threw her head back and screamed. Clenched her fingers
deep into Pierce’s scalp.

“Oh… Oh… Ohmigod.”

He pumped and drilled her clenching pussy. Worked her tender
nipples until she thought she’d faint.

Her orgasm surged, fanning out to every last one of her
nerve endings.

She gasped for breath. “No. No.” Even to her ears the
protest sounded pitifully lacking. She wanted to come down, needed to come
down. Didn’t know how much more of the fierce sensation firing through her body
she could handle.

She opened her mouth to tell him just that when he firmly
raked his thumb over her clit again and launched her back into the outer limits
of space.

“Relaxed?” Pierce asked the boneless woman cradled in his
arms as he carried her toward the double lounger.

“Mmmm. No.”

“No?” He couldn’t keep the surprise from his voice.

“Half dead,” she murmured, snuggling against his chest.

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, getting a faint
whiff of chlorine. He veered off toward a small walled-off area at the back of
the house.

“I thought we were going to stay out here awhile?”

“We are. I want to rinse some of the chlorine off first.”

“Does it involve standing?”

“I’ll see what I can manage.” He squeezed her to him, noting
the drowsiness in her voice and how damn good, and right, she felt in his arms.

A niggling suspicion reared its ugly head. Perhaps an
underlying reason he’d never been able to commit to any other woman. He shut
the thought down faster than a castle gate with a broken chain.

In the shower enclosure, he used his elbow to tap a couple
buttons on the control panel to set the spray on gentle and adjust the
temperature. A few unhurried turns later had them rinsed off without once
letting Heather’s feet hit the ground. A single elbow tap to the main shutoff
switch and he continued to his original destination.

He gently laid her down on her back.

“I can’t remember ever feeling this satisfied. As if I could
just close my eyes…”

“Don’t drift off yet, sweetheart. There’s something I need
to do and then you can have your nap.”

“As long as it doesn’t take too much effort.” She executed a
sexy kittenish stretch that made a tempting display of her lush breasts and
left one leg slightly bent, giving him a glimpse of the heaven between her trim
thighs.

Even though he knew the entire move was executed without
artifice, his dick went to immediate attention. She didn’t seem the least bit
self-consciousness. He loved that she felt so comfortable around him. If he
could, he’d keep her naked forever. Even as his practical mind said
impossible
,
his lust-driven side screamed there was no reason he couldn’t make that little
fantasy a reality for the duration of their time here.

But those thoughts were for later. Now he just needed her to
remain totally at ease a few more minutes so he could prepare her for the next
stage of his plan, then they could both stretch out and take a bit of the
sexual edge off for the next hour or so. Rejuvenate for the evening’s fun.

He plucked one of the towels from the back of the lounger
and spread it out next to her. “Roll over onto your stomach.”

Even drifting between sleep and wakefulness, Heather knew
what was coming. She thought she’d feel more anxious. As usual, once again,
Pierce had worked his magic. She felt cossetted, pampered. Dare she even think
it? Loved.

Through half-lidded eyes, she saw him reach into a little
pouch hanging on the side of the lounger, but couldn’t tell what he’d
retrieved.

Something else related to anal preparation?

Prepared as she was, a frisson of wariness tried to worm its
way past her lassitude.

Like so many times before, Pierce didn’t do as she expected.
Instead of parting her ass cheeks like she’d anticipated, she felt the light
brush of his fingers as he parted the back of her damp hair and moved the
sections out to the side, away from her body. A few moments later, the strong
smell of coconut filled the air and then she felt his warm oiled hands work the
scented liquid into her neck, across her shoulders, using an experienced
stroke, not too hard, not too gentle. Incredibly, sensually flawless.

Was there anything this man couldn’t do to make a woman feel
worshipped in a way that, if not exactly perfect, was damn near to it? It was
no mystery why women flocked to him with the single-mindedness of migrating
birds.

Set free of outside stressors beneath his very strong
capable hands, her mind drifted to Pierce’s past.

When his mother walked out of their lives, everyone,
including Pierce, thought his relationship with his father would change. That
the old bastard would start thinking of someone besides himself, but that was
far from the case. The dickhead didn’t have a loving bone in his self-centered
body. The only time Pierce gained parental attention was when he’d done
something that didn’t live up to his father’s gold-standard expectations, and
on those occasions, discipline was meted out in a harsh, degrading fashion.
Never in the physical sense, but it was cold-hearted and demeaning all the
same.